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WHO: Tiberius and Amos
WHEN: Monday after class
WHERE: Classroom 5
WHAT: Amon and Tiberius have a well overdue talk
RATING: Pretty tame, save possible language
Tiberius was having a hard time communicating these days. His run in with Mossy the other night left him shaken, Ed was most likely still furious with him about his comments about Trish, and to cap off the bad weekend and start a bad week, his comments about the Muggle Studies section of the library rounded off the list of best friends to piss off with Ro and Mossy.
While he waited for Amos in room five, he took a deep exhausted breath and looked back at the weekend and how things had gone so wrong for him. Much of his trouble with communication had to do with his immense guilt at keeping things from his friends-things which had an immense weight to them. He had been meaning to have this conversation with Mossy for a while, but that did not make it any less nerve racking and hard. The longer his friend waited to show up, the increasingly hot Tiberius' brow became. Situations like these are partly the reason he loved flying. The air always held a new means of escape, even if you had to do it yourself. Just as he was about to jump ship and prolong the inevitable once again, the door rattled and Amos walked through the threshold.
Tiberius held his breath.
WHEN: Monday after class
WHERE: Classroom 5
WHAT: Amon and Tiberius have a well overdue talk
RATING: Pretty tame, save possible language
Tiberius was having a hard time communicating these days. His run in with Mossy the other night left him shaken, Ed was most likely still furious with him about his comments about Trish, and to cap off the bad weekend and start a bad week, his comments about the Muggle Studies section of the library rounded off the list of best friends to piss off with Ro and Mossy.
While he waited for Amos in room five, he took a deep exhausted breath and looked back at the weekend and how things had gone so wrong for him. Much of his trouble with communication had to do with his immense guilt at keeping things from his friends-things which had an immense weight to them. He had been meaning to have this conversation with Mossy for a while, but that did not make it any less nerve racking and hard. The longer his friend waited to show up, the increasingly hot Tiberius' brow became. Situations like these are partly the reason he loved flying. The air always held a new means of escape, even if you had to do it yourself. Just as he was about to jump ship and prolong the inevitable once again, the door rattled and Amos walked through the threshold.
Tiberius held his breath.